The Cabin at Flathead Lake 2011

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 08, 2018

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When I was a child... There was a place we would go. A cabin. In the woods. On a lake. It was a special place. An escape. I would walk out on the dock, watch the waves roll in. Watch the sailboats race. It stretched for miles... Enough to turn the far shore blue. It was a quiet place. Away from school and home and everything else. I would drink tea and read and eat beef jerky. For hours. Time moved different there. There was a bed on the patio beneath a huge bookshelf. It was carved from gnarled wood and it was my place. It could have taken up the whole room. It was my ship, my wagon, my raft adrift in hundreds of worlds as i sprawled inside it and read the days away. There was a crawlspace I feared. Dark and full of cobwebs and spiders and musky odors and goblins and trolls and ghosts and monsters. There was a boat that we'd take out and tour the lake... Took us hours to go from end to end and sometimes I'd sleep under the prow in a tiny cabin, rocking away on the waves.

The beach was all rock and gravel, but cozy with a fire and enclosed somehow. But, now I've grown old.. And the memories are cold.. And the cabin might be sold.. And that bed? The one where I read? I picked it up the other day. Carried it over my head.. Not so big anymore. and I stood on the shore. The water wasn't as deep as before. I'm no longer scared of what lurks beneath the floor. I wish it was something I could keep and hide away and go there on rainy days. It would always be there if I wanted to go and stay. Is it just another part of me I have to leave behind? Another piece of my mind I have to resign and never look behind unless I watch it on rewind? Seems so unkind. To let go of those things on which my life was defined. The waves roll in. The water recedes from the shore. The sanctity, the security, the sense of certainty isn't there anymore... But, I'll stick my foot in the door before it shuts all the way. And if I can just win the Lottery maybe I can keep the future at bay. Just one more day...


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